Chapter 217: Reunion and Recognition

The ruined Colosseum in Rome.

Polnareff was climbing the stairs with difficulty.

He tried hard to climb down the stairs to meet up with Giorno and Mista who were seriously injured and unable to walk.

It’s a bit sad to say that at this moment, this crippled man with broken arms and legs is actually the last man who can fight.

But the Crimson King's powerful punch also broke Polnareff's wheelchair and prosthetic limbs. With his empty legs, he could only complete the most basic action of going downstairs in this miserable way of prostrating himself on the ground.

"Polnareff!!"

Jotaro's shout suddenly rang out.

"Jotaro?"

Polnareff's movements faltered.

He subconsciously thought it was an auditory hallucination, but the extremely familiar figure soon came into view along with the voice:

"Jotaro!"

There was a different light flashing in Polnareff's eyes.

The glorious memories of the past surged into my mind like Coke with Mentos in it.

The darkness that had been shrouding the place for so long disappeared in an instant.

The suffering of being trapped in an isolated city deep in the enemy's territory for all these years finally came to an end at this moment.

He struggled to get up from the stairs.

But Jotaro could clearly see Polnareff's empty legs in the darkness.

His pupils shrank, and he hurriedly stepped forward to help his best friend up:

"Don't move..."

"Polnareff, I'll take you to treat your leg injury now!"

"Need not."

"I just took a punch."

Polnareff shook his head.

"As for the legs... they're not injured."

“…”

Jotaro's eyes flickered slightly.

He suddenly realized that there .

If you look closer, you can see more clearly that Polnareff's right hand and right eye have long been replaced by mechanical prosthetic limbs and eyes.

"Feel sorry…"

"I'm late."

This man , rarely showed his anger without reservation.

His eyes were filled with flames of hatred, and he looked like a giant volcano about to erupt:

"That Diablo, I'm afraid he has already escaped."

As he said this, Jotaro kept his fists clenched tightly.

He began to regret his laziness over the years, causing the time stop of Star Platinum to degenerate to the current two seconds -

If it was still the peak five seconds, Diablo would have no chance to escape.

This evil man who caused Polnareff endless suffering did not deserve to continue his fetid life to this day.

Jotaro, who never regretted anything in the past, felt guilty for the first time because of his neglect of his best friend's safety for the past ten years and the fact that his enemy had just escaped.

“Don’t blame yourself.”

Polnareff certainly wouldn't blame his best friend.

He is a warrior who has experienced countless hardships, not a coward who only complains about everything:

"I underestimated the enemy and rushed in recklessly, but ended up getting killed by accident."

"Now that everything is over, we should look forward."

Having said that, Polnareff sat down on the stairs with the help of Jotaro.

He held his best friend's hand tightly, his eyes were complicated, as if he couldn't help but tell his best friend everything he had experienced in the past ten years.

"that…"

"Mr. Jotaro, huh?"

Giorno's weak voice suddenly sounded.

It was not until this time that Jotaro, who was paying close attention to the physical condition of his old comrade, suddenly noticed that the "corpse" lying over there was actually a living person.

"Excuse me."

"Help me carry Mista, the boy who fell over there, to me."

Giorno supported his body which was covered with black and red wounds and struggled to sit up.

Then, he tried to concentrate and once again summoned his golden experience which had disappeared due to his main body losing strength.

"Who are you?" Jotaro was instinctively a little alert.

Although there are obvious differences in appearance, somehow, the humanoid substitute with a golden sheen all over the body always gives him an inexplicable sense of déjà vu.

"He is Giorno Giovanna."

"Although we just met, I can confirm that he is a very reliable person..."

Polnareff considered his words for a moment:

"companion."

Jotaro immediately let down his guard and looked at Giorno from a distance in the dim light.

An indescribable wonderful feeling quietly surged in the minds of the two people.

At the same time, the star birthmarks on their shoulders became slightly hot due to an inexplicable force.

“This subtle feeling…”

Jotaro is somewhat familiar with this feeling:

"Could it be...the blood connection of the Joestar family?"

The bloodline of the Joestar family is indeed different from that of ordinary people.

Members of the Qiao family are born with special star birthmarks on their shoulders, and from time to time they will have a blood connection similar to resonance with each other.

There is no need to check the household registration book, you can recognize your relatives by relying on your sixth sense.

"Giorno Giovanna."

Jotaro silently recited this unfamiliar name, and there was always an inexplicable feeling in his heart:

"Could this young man have any relationship with our family?"

He subconsciously looked at Giorno's face.

But Giorno was now burnt like a piece of dry firewood, and Jotaro could not see any familiar outline.

"Mr. Jotaro?"

Giorno called back Jotaro, who was a little distracted, and said, "Can you help me?"

"no problem…"

Jotaro withdrew his strange gaze, stood up and walked to Mista's side.

While he gently carried the severely injured Mista, he asked curiously:

"Giorno, is that so?"

"I see that you are not very old, yet you have already participated in such a battle."

"Can you tell me who you are?"

"An ordinary Italian junior high school student." Giorno answered truthfully: "At least, I was yesterday morning."

“What a wonderful answer.”

As a Japanese high school student who once saved the world, Jotaro was slightly surprised by Giorno's answer.

While he slowly helped Mista here, he continued to ask with concern:

"Are you from Italy?"

“I guess so.”

Giorno didn't know why the other party was so interested in his household registration.

But he also felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy with Jotaro. The feeling was indescribable, as if it was directly rooted in the depths of his blood.

Therefore, Giorno did not hide his background, which had nothing to hide:

"When I was a kid, I lived with my mother in my hometown of Tokyo for a few years. To be precise, Mr. Jotaro and I can barely be considered from the same hometown."

"It was only later that my mother married an Italian and I followed her to immigrate and settle here."

"Tokyo…"

Jotaro's expression suddenly became a little strange:

"And your father?"

"I haven't seen him since I was born. I think he's dead."

Giorno said nonchalantly.

"Hmm..."

The more Jotaro listened, the more he felt something was wrong:

A teenager from Tokyo, whose irresponsible father ran away after playing, and who carries the blood of the Joestar family...

Why does this plot sound familiar?

Of course I am familiar with it.

The illegitimate child that Jotaro found for his grandfather in Morioh Town not long ago was the product of the shameless old man's extramarital affair with a beautiful .

The time, place, and events all almost match up.

In addition, the Joestar family has been a single-line family for N generations. Who else could have produced a bloodline descendant more than ten years ago except the old man with a history of extramarital affairs?

If this were to come to pass, Jotaro, who is now 28 years old, would have another teenage uncle.

"Hmm..."

Thinking of this, Jotaro's expression became even more strange:

"It seems that Giorno..."

"It's fate that we can meet here."

"Um?"

Giorno didn't quite understand.

He did not think about the profound meaning of these words, but carefully took Mista's seriously injured body from Jotaro and concentrated on checking Mista's injuries.

After a thorough inspection, Giorno immediately performed emergency surgery on Mista:

“Golden experience!”

A golden humanoid stand-in stood in front.

In an instant, a dazzling fist shadow bloomed in the air:

"Wood big wood big wood big wood big!"

Jotaro's strange look as a nephew looks at his uncle suddenly froze.

He finally figured out where that inexplicable sense of déjà vu came from.

Hearing the familiar roar of "Mu Da Mu Da", he couldn't help but clench his fists subconsciously:

"Giorno..."

"Can you tell me who your father is?"

Jotaro frowned tightly, and there was a strong and irreconcilable vigilance in his eyes.

It's not his fault for being overly cautious.

After all, the man named Dio was his lifelong enemy and the most terrifying demon he had ever seen.

Not to mention, just yesterday afternoon, Jotaro was shocked to feel several time stops in a row - it was not the time stops initiated by Star Platinum, but by someone else.

Thinking of this, he looked at Giorno in front of him with a little more hostility in his eyes:

"Giorno, who is your father?"

"Dio."

Giorno uttered this earth-shattering name without even turning his head.

The facial muscles of Jotaro and Polnareff tensed at the same time.

However, when he said this, Giorno's forehead was already covered with sweat from excessive fatigue.

The salty sweat slowly seeped into the red and black wound, bringing him endless severe pain.

But even so, Giorno still did not relax.

He insisted on maintaining a clear mind, and used his last bit of strength to drive his golden experience, repairing Mista's broken body bit by bit:

"Wood big wood big wood big wood big!"

Amid the strange roars, life is flourishing.

"Hey... Giorno, your injuries are already serious."